Sculpted Sand

Treking a path
He had traveled many times
Daily when ever possible
Knowing every grain of sand

He saw something odd
Wondered what it could be
He approached it
Gazing upon beauty

Who could have done this?
What talent this would have taken
Laying before him
A scuplted Venus at his feet

To him blessed hands
Had created this masterful work
Little did he know
God had left her for HIM

Couldn't resist the temptation
He had to touch it
He could have sworn
When he did she moved

Out of the corner of his eyes
He saw her hair sway
The flaxen crown
Waved in the wind

As he ran his hand
Through the strands
He felt a tingle
Her body began to sparkle

Took a step backwards
Out of confusion and fear
As he stood there in disbelief
Sand had turned to flesh

Standing before him
A gorgeous nude temptress
Could this be really happening?
Was he losing his mind?

He felt a touch
On his rough and rugged hand
Soft satiny skin
Was touching him

He gazed down into emerald eyes
In them was a smile
As they looked up at him
Full of adoration

"How could you be real?"
"How could this be happening?"
"Where did you come from?
So many questions

She lifted her tiny finger
Up to his lips
She delivered a simple
Shhhhhh and a kiss

Then she finally spoke
Shockingly she knew his name
Got on her tip toes
Whispered "Call me Belle"

Took him by the hand
Pulled him closer into her
For an impassioned kiss
Their desire was unleashed

She began undressing him
Wanting all of him exposed
Just as she was
Both body and soul

He lifted up his beauty
Carried her into the water
Where their carnal desires
Took over them both

Waves crashed upon them
Intensifying the need
That was building stronger
Between the two of them

They were totally enthralled
Sounds of ecstasy filled the air
Could be heard by all
For miles around

As the sun kissed the horizon
His arms became empty
The only thing that remained of her
Was the sand in his hands